I did not
Hit the nail on it's head
To drive it in that far.
Oh wood! Forgive me!
I've ruined your face,
And watched you split in agony.

A painted face
Eyes shining brightly
Crisp white gloves
Hiding hands
Rose red lips
A perfect smile
Clothes all black
Brilliant contrast
Walking and dancing
Moving just right
Laughing and crying
Silent
And I can’t help but wonder
Who is the one behind the painted face

Sitting amongst the hustle and bustle of the concrete jungle –
I find the calm within the center of it all. An inch of green for every mile of gray makes it all that much richer. One, two, three thousand, four… zipping and moving within their own world that is a part of this collective whole. Birds surrounding soaking in the breaths of life we have both found- hello my chirping beauties, so grateful to share this sacred ground.

peace and arrow
a posable life
appossed to nothing
a river
no drought

the present of your presence is accepted.
your energy effortlessly blends in with mine.
two worlds, two people, in this moment are one.
a look has been exchanged - our eye contact intensifies the connection.
for that brief moment, i see only you and you only see me.
eye contact is broken.
you enter back into your world, i into mine.
as you continue on, i feel an energy that is mine once again.
the present of your presence is appreciated.

I bargin for simplicity
Of life
To come and haunt me

Instead of dry
Dusty leaves
Stone temple
Voodoo curses

And late night
Sun rides